Chapter 392: 375. The Bearing of an Immortal King Titan (1/1)

375. The Bearing of an Immortal King Titan (1/1)

"You surnamed Chen, aren't you ashamed? Look at you, your soul is practically being snatched away!"

Wen Zhiyun was furious; while pinching Chen An's waist hard, she sent a voice transmission to scold him.

Several wives and concubines nearby with higher cultivation levels sensed her transmission to Chen An and felt like laughing for a moment, but none dared to laugh out loud.

Because those with higher cultivation were precisely Han Shuiyi, Yin Qingyan, Lin Xiu'e, and others.

They had all been tormented by Chen An no less in the past, so they dared not laugh at him.

In other words, their submissiveness was quite heavy.

"Zhiyun, Husband is already a great cultivator of the Immortal Realm, you really shouldn't manage him so much; it's not good."

Shen Qingyi sent a voice transmission to Wen Zhiyun to advise her.

Upon hearing this, Chen An immediately chimed in: "Look at your Sister Shen, how considerate and gentle she is. Unlike you, fierce all day long. You should learn a thing or two from your Sister Shen."

Wen Zhiyun was trembling with rage, her chest heaving incessantly.

Watching her funny appearance of being angry yet helpless, Chen An was overjoyed inside.

For some reason, he always felt that Wen Zhiyun looked better when she was angry than when she wasn't, appearing even more alluring.

"Husband, this Hall Master of the Hundred Halls is so beautiful. Why don't you put in some effort and marry her home to be a sister for me?"

Song Ying sent a voice transmission with a look of longing.

She was truly longing, longing for Chen An to take in more concubines with high status.

She didn't care how many concubines Chen An took, and even held a supportive attitude, thinking to gain Chen An's favoritism through this.

Anyway, no matter how many concubines Chen An took, she would always be his only legal wife.

Chen An couldn't help but take a deep look at his little darling wife after hearing her voice transmission.

The little darling wife returned him a sweet smile.

So understanding, I haven't pampered her in vain... Chen An thought to himself.

Afterwards, his gaze fell back onto the Hall Master of the Hundred Halls in front, and he began to examine her carefully with a sense of appreciation.

The other party was wearing a peach-pink gauze dress, her light green hair reaching her waist was partially pinned up by a long peach branch with two small flowers, and beneath the skirt was a pair of straight, slender Jade Feet; they looked only slightly longer than the legs of Chen Yuejian, who was not yet ten years old, and on her ankles she wore a pair of cyan rings woven from plant vines, her Jade Feet treading barefoot on the petals.

Looking upward, he felt a slight sense of amazement in his heart.

Her eyes were like peach blossoms, her nose small and high, her lips pink and crystal clear, looking very girlish.

Her figure was the same, with gentle curves, petite and exquisite, fully displaying the bloom of youth.

In terms of charm, she was on par with the celestial-like Song Ying and the others, or even a cut above.

It wasn't that Song Ying and the others were inferior to Xuan Yin, but that Chen An was a bit tired of the sexy attribute of a curvaceous figure and wanted a change of pace.

The baby-faced, super-cute Xuan Yin before him was just to his current taste, and she hooked his soul in an instant.

Chen An tried hard to calm his restless heart and used his Fiery Golden Eyes on this Hall Master of the Hundred Halls.

【Xuan Yin: Quasi-Immortal King】

Quasi-Immortal King?

Quasi?

No minor realms of first, second, or third level?

Looking at the prompt information before him, Chen An couldn't help but feel some doubt in his heart.

He didn't quite understand what this "quasi" meant.

Above the True Immortal is the Immortal King, so is a Quasi-Immortal King a True Immortal at the Ninth Level Great Perfection?

Or is the Quasi-Immortal King a realm above the True Immortal Ninth Level Great Perfection?

He lowered his head and fell into a train of thought for this reason.

It wasn't until Xuan Yin in front spoke that he raised his head at the sound, stunned by the other party's voice.

He saw Xuan Yin bathed in the sky full of petals, saying to everyone with a voice like a warbler's soft chirping:

"Everyone, I have urgent matters to handle later. Today's assessment is delayed until tomorrow morning. As for the specific hour, please wait for notification."

It was clearly very ordinary words, but because her voice was surprisingly soft and beautiful, everyone present was somewhat intoxicated.

If this were in his past life, she would be a sweet idol female singer who was a hit all over the internet.

"With such a beautiful voice, it must sound very pleasant and alluring when she cries out."

Gazing at Xuan Yin in front, whose voice was so soft and beautiful it made one intoxicated, Chen An had already begun to fantasize in his heart about pinning her beneath him to pamper her well.

As he thought about it, his heart, which had just barely calmed down, suddenly became restless again.

"Cultivation is extremely high, baby-faced and cute, her body carries its own fragrance, her Jade Feet are so beautiful they snatch the soul... Such an excellent Hall Master of the Hundred Halls, if her excellent genes are not passed down, it is simply the greatest disrespect to the heavens."

Looking at the petite and exquisite Hall Master of the Hundred Halls, Xuan Yin, in front, Chen An's heart was full of the desire to make her his own.

Xuan Yin felt his gaze, but only glanced at him and ignored him further.

This kind of look from men was something she had encountered since the first day she entered the Hundred Holy Lands.

Now that hundreds of thousands of years had passed, she had long since changed from the initial anger and verbal abuse to the current habit, treating it with a calm heart.

"Heh, men really are creatures that only think with their lower bodies."

Xuan Yin sneered in her heart, and the next instant she teleported away from the main hall, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Not long after she left, a wave of excited noise gradually rose in the main hall.

Almost all the cultivators who had come to participate in the Holy Land joining assessment were tirelessly discussing the Xuan Yin who had just appeared before them.

They were all saying that this Hall Master of the Hundred Halls, Xuan Yin, was truly too beautiful, sinking fish and falling geese, closing the moon and shaming flowers, making one unable to forget her after a single glance.

"Men really aren't good things; they always like to eat what's in the bowl while looking at what's in the pot."

Listening to the male cultivators around discussing Xuan Yin, Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but condemn in a low voice with a look of disdain.

Her words seemed to be condemning those male cultivators, but in reality, she was pointing at the mulberry to curse the locust, scolding Chen An beside her.

Chen An was not stupid; he knew his tsundere concubine was subtly insulting him.

Regarding this, he directly wrapped his arm around Wen Zhiyun's slender waist, pulled her into his embrace, and whispered with a smile near her ear:

"Zhiyun, look at what you're saying. If a man doesn't look at the pot while eating from his bowl, how could he have three wives and four concubines? How could he have a house full of children and grandchildren? If I weren't looking at the pot while eating from my bowl, you might still be struggling to survive in some Foundation Establishment force in the Lower Realm right now."

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right!"

Wen Zhiyun did not know how to effectively refute this, so she could only reply to her husband with such a sarcastic remark.

She did not forget to roll her eyes while speaking, but it did not look bitter or mean in the slightest, only possessing a hint of charm that made one's Bloodline surge.

Chen An exclaimed that he couldn't take it after seeing that, and couldn't help but lean into her ear and whisper: "Since you like rolling your eyes so much, I'll find a place with no one around tonight and let you roll them to your heart's content."

After hearing this, Wen Zhiyun said nothing, only giving him a huffy glare.

The meaning was self-evident; she was tacitly agreeing to let Chen An toss her about tonight.

The other wives and concubines watched with great envy, thinking that the crying child really does get the milk.

Every time Wen Zhiyun made a scene, not only did she not lose favor, but she was instead able to receive physical affection.

This is a tsundere concubine?

This is a scheming concubine!

As time gradually passed, the cultivators waiting for the assessment in the main hall basically all began to interact.

As a newcomer who had just arrived in the Upper Realm, Chen An naturally joined in as well.

After some exchange, he learned that many of the cultivators who had come to participate in the assessment were from the Lower Realm.

Although there were many, not a single one was a fellow countryman of Chen An.

In this world of cultivation, there is only one Upper Realm, but there are thousands upon thousands of Lower Realms.

These thousands upon thousands of Lower Realms are what many cultivators refer to as the Great Thousand Worlds.

Besides chatting about their origins, everyone also talked about their respective cultivation realms without any taboos.

Because here, there was nothing to hide regarding cultivation realms.

Once tested at the assessment tomorrow morning, everyone would naturally know.

Hiding things now, or deliberately stating a lower cultivation level to conceal one's strength, would instead be considered inferior, appearing unsociable and leading to ostracization.

After chatting about cultivation levels for a round.

Chen An was somewhat surprised to discover that his own cultivation was actually the highest among the Lower Realm cultivators.

The cultivation levels of the other Lower Realm cultivators were not very high.

Most were at the early stage of Half-Immortal, with an individual or two reaching the mid-stage of Half-Immortal.

As for the late stage of Half-Immortal, there wasn't a single one, let alone a True Immortal at the same realm as him.

There were even some as low as the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

Moreover, this Lower Realm cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm was not a member of someone else's entourage, but was the very Lord of the Lower Realm who had brought his family along.

"How can there be a Lower Realm person at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm in the Upper Realm? Isn't it true that one must break through to the Half-Immortal Realm to ascend to the Upper Realm?"

Chen An sent a voice transmission to Qian Yun, asking her this question.

Qian Yun replied via transmission, explaining:

"What cultivation level is required to ascend to the Upper Realm depends on the tolerance of the Lower Realm. If the tolerance of a Lower Realm is the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, then as soon as a cultivator in that Lower Realm breaks through to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, they will begin to suffer from the repulsion of the realm's power and be forced to ascend to the Upper Realm."

So that's how it is... Chen An nodded.

After arriving in the Upper Realm, he learned a lot of knowledge he could not reach before.

In the time spent waiting for the test that followed.

Chen An, whose cultivation had reached the True Immortal Realm, became the object of everyone's flattery and sycophancy, praising him with every breath as having the bearing of an Immortal King giant.

To be able to attain the True Immortal Realm in the Lower Realm, such talent was absolutely earth-shattering.

It is no exaggeration to say that his future lower limit of achievement is that of an Immortal King giant.

What level is an Immortal King giant?

The Holy Lord of the Bailing Holy Land is merely an Immortal King giant.

Facing the flattery and sycophancy of the crowd, Chen An appeared very humble, but inside he was already feeling somewhat carried away.

His wives and concubines beside him were the same, all feeling that they had face.

Among them, the more worldly Song Ying even began to fantasize in her heart about the dream of being the main wife of an Immortal King giant.

PS: Setting out the bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation votes!

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